We are just over two
weeks from the Presidential election and the country is shrouded in red, white
and blue as the autumnal winds romantically hiss to the tune of “The Star
Spangled Banner.”
I wish I could say that it is therefore a time when people from all walks of life, across a vast geographical area, hold hands and unite in solidarity to delve deeply into and debate thoughtfully the intricacies of policy, economics, society, technology, sustainability and education with the sophisticated goal of respectfully electing the next President of the United States of America. I wish that I could say that. But I can’t. So I won’t.
I wish I could say that it is therefore a time when people from all walks of life, across a vast geographical area, hold hands and unite in solidarity to delve deeply into and debate thoughtfully the intricacies of policy, economics, society, technology, sustainability and education with the sophisticated goal of respectfully electing the next President of the United States of America. I wish that I could say that. But I can’t. So I won’t.
More appropriately, it
is a time when, in what appears to be desperation, seemingly good people (and others) turn into liars and master
the arts of oversimplification and taking “sh*t” out of context. It is a time
when, after asking someone about the weather, you are cornered and giant
spoonfuls of political propaganda are shoved down your throat.
Relentless, never-ending
and persistent is the inescapable political prattling. (I am typing this from under my bed covers in fear). Nowhere is this
more evident than on Facebook. We have all stopped updating our “statuses” with
photos of how good we look or of our children in exchange for some vague and under-researched
commentary concerning the most recent debate and we all think that we are
experts.
On one side of the
race is a not-liberalistic enough, gulag supporting, deficit building dude who
wants to double the wealth of illegal immigrants in the US. On the other is an
out-of-touch, super-rich, misogynist, business man who will make it federal law
for women to make dinner and carry guns to school. I told you it was a case of
oversimplification.
I am not a rich white middle
aged male and thus the assumption tends to be that I am an Obama supporter
because any respectable 30 year old Mexican-American woman must be a Democrat. Right?.
“Not necessarily”. After the shock and when prompted for more, I simply say
that “I don’t discuss politics, I bake instead.” After all, we all have our views and will
make the most reasoned decisions we can. Let’s avoid the social drama and
disagreement and keep things neutral as we enjoy some double chocolate chip
cookies and let the electoral system do its job. Happy Voting. Now. Would you
like a cookie?